Volcan;

[Vanquish]

And after the blood had been spilled and the bodies laid to grass in the northlands – the Deserts were quiet again. They had never been a kingdom of flamboyance or one known to harbor particularly raucous souls (unless you riled them of course), so the stillness is nothing but comfort and familiarity. A notion quite appreciated as he had waited for the stench of death to fall from his ink-black hide.

Above the Nightwalker, the sky was littered in stars that lit the shadows beneath the dunes and tinged the horizon in the muted color of the lilac that grew around the Meadow’s edge. After his return from war and the birth of his newest son, the black king had found that privacy with his family had been the most poignant of ways to smooth away the tautness that remained even after the wounds of the war had healed.

But he had idled in his reprieve too long and saw to sending Kratos to the Falls and now he sought the sight of his little smoke girl. So the dragon-winged king ventured towards the oasis that he had known to be her favorite and he called for her.

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vanquish

black king of the deserts